Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
History
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Lord Baltimore received the itinerant physician with that bland and
benignant accost which was habitual to him, and proceeded with brief
ceremony to interrogate him as to the purport of his visit. The answers
were given with a solemn self-complacency, not unmixed with that
shrewdness which was an essential attribute to the success of the
ancient quacksalver. He described himself as Doctor Claus Debor, a
native of Holland, a man of travel, enjoying no mean renown in New
York, and, for two years past, a resident of Albany. His chief design
in his present journey, he represented to be to disseminate the
blessings of his great medicament; whereupon he was about to launch
forth into an exuberant tone of panegyric, and had, in fact, already
produced a smile at the council board by some high wrought phrases
expressive of his incredible labour in the quest of his great secret,
when the Proprietary checked his career by a timely admonition.
"Ay, we do not seek to know thy merits as a physician, nor doubt the
great virtue of thy drugs, worthy Doctor; but in regard thereto, give
thee free permission to make what profit of them you reasonably may in
the province. Still, touching this license, I must entreat you, in
consideration that my Lady Baltimore has weak nerves, and cannot endure
rude noises, to refrain from blowing thy trumpet within hearing of this
mansion: besides, our people," he added, looking archly towards the
group of domestics, some of whom had now edged into the apartment, "are
somewhat faint-hearted at such martial sounds."
"By my troth!" said Willy, in a half whisper to his companions in the
entry; "my Lord hath put it to him for want of manners!--I thought as
much would come from his tantararas. Listen, you shall hear more anon.
Whist!--the Doctor puts on a face--and will have his say, in turn."
"Your very goot and admirable Lordship, mistranslates de significance
of my visit," said the Doctor, in his ambitious phrase; "for although I
most heartily tank your Lordship's bounty for de permission to sell my
inestimable medicament, and which--Got geve het--I do hope shall much
advantage my lady wid her weak nerfs and her ailments,--still, I come
to opey your most honourable Lordship's summons, which I make pold to
pelieve is concerned wid state matters pefore de high and noble
council."
"Well, and bravely spoken," said Willy; "and with a good face!--the
Doctor holds his own, masters."
"We would hear what you can tell touching a rumour brought to us by one
Master Launcelot Sakel, whom you saw at Christina Fort," said the
Proprietary.
"There is the point of the matter," whispered Willy, "all in an egg
shell."
"Dere is weighty news, my Lord," replied the Doctor. "I have goot
reason to pelieve dat de Nordern Indians of New York are meditating and
concocting mischief against your Lordship's province."
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